Love is Blood

I love you, Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock. I called to the Lord, who is worthy of praise.  My cry came before him, into his ears. He reached down from on high and took hold of me.  He rescued me because he delighted in me. Who is the Rock except our God?  The Lord lives!  Praise be to my Rock!  He shows unfailing love to his anointed.  The song of David. 

This God is mine!  He is personal, so personal that blood is involved.  With torturing whips and cries and sharp nails piercing his skin, he knew my name. He loved me. He loved me with his blood. 

Speak of foolishness. Tell me the insanity. I ALREADY KNOW IT IS TRUE!  It makes no sense that perfection would pay the price for sinful me!  Love does not make sense!  But it can not be argued against. It is known in my heart and there is no convincing me otherwise. 

Love is blood. Love is heart beating. Love is forever. Not just in the good and the easy, quite the contrary, love is in the pain and the suffering. Love is just being together. And I never have to be separated from my Jesus. He is my love. And I am his. And his love is red. Written in the red words, written in his blood, written in eternity. Love is red. 


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